Both of my chirren are now licensed drivers. One has graduated from HS, (I think), and one is going to be a junior next school year. Time do fly. When my daughter, the eldest of my chirren, started driving, the insurance took a “hit”, but it wasn’t so bad. When my son, the youngest, started driving… good god almighty, you’d think he had a record of speeding, or reckless, or DUI, or hell, you’d think he’d already done something wrong. He hasn’t. I guess being a male of his age is something wrong.

I need to find those folks that got Danny Almonte, or whatever pitcher that was not too long ago in the little league worl’ series and got busted for “doctored documents” to see if they can reverse the process of what they did for him, for me.

They grow up fast, and most times we’d like to think we wish they’d stay young, but I gotta tell ya man, right now, I’d pay, well, hell I am paying, to see somebody produce a document stating he was 26 and married so I could send that to the insurance company and get ‘em to holler “uncle”. Right now, I’m the only one hollerin’.

He’s listed on the policy with three of my four vehicles. The fourth isn’t insured because it isn’t yet titled or registered. His(the fourth) is still untitled, and unregistered. I’m going to get that done here ‘fore too long. I’m a bit curious as to whether adding that vehicle to the policy will raise it or not. He’d be the primary driver of that one instead of mine. I’m still payin’ on my pig so I must carry collision insurance. I’ve paid for his, and will only need liability on it. I hope it doesn’t go up much more, or I’m gonna have to get another job, and move.

Mortgage companies, Insurance companies, and Banks have some of the most consumer manipulative rules of any companies claiming to have “customers” I’ve ever seen lately. In short, they all suck. I don’t feel like a customer when I talk to them. I feel … used and abused.

Not much of a post, but I feel a little bit better having scribbled it out.

I’ll try in my cryptic way to esplain it to you Lucy… read first, listen later, if the readin’ part didn’t make you fall asleep.

I’ll do the lyrics, and the first chorus, all I ask that you replace the remaining chorus’ with the first where readin’ is concerned.

I have days where I hate my job, this little town and the whole world too and last sunday Saturday when the bengals Buckeyes lost…lord it put me in a bad mood

I have moments when I curse the rain then complain when the suns too hot, I look around at what everyone has and I forget about all ive got

[chorus]
but I know Im a lucky man gods given me a pretty fair hand, got a house and peice of land, a few dollars in a coffee can, my old trucks still runnin good, my tickers tickin like they say it should who knows? I don’t, Ive got supper in the oven a good woman’s lovin bills and one more day to be my little kids dad, lord knows Im a lucky man

got some friends that would be here fast, I could call em any time of day, got a brother father who’s got my back, got a momma who I swears a saint, got a brand new rod and reel, got a full week off this next year, dad had a close call last spring year it’s a miracle he’s still here

[chorus]

my old trucks still runnin good, my tickers tickin like they say it should, I got supper in the oven, a good womans lovin, and even my bad days aint that bad…yeah Im a lucky man

Im a lucky lucky man

Most of it’s farily accurate. I can think of a lot of others that ain’t so lucky. Can you?

This shit makes MuZac your best friend. I can’t wait to get back in the next elevator I need to use.

This is just wrong on so many levels… just wrong. I hardly want to post it but, you all need to know to be safe while you’re YouTubin’… this one got me by suprise.

I’ve got a doctors appointment tomorrow, and I just don’t go unless something hurts, but this, … hell, everything hurts after that.

Who in the fuck gave Jennifer Anniston wannabes a license to carry a microphone?

Karma does come back to bite you in the ass… I’m just figurin, who’d I piss off to deserve this…

This should make the “aftertaste” a little better. For brevity’s sake, I’m not even goin’ into how I wandered from Vman’s yesterday, to Eric’s today, and got my mind in this kind of gutter. You all can probably figure that out on your own.

Pay attention, I think you can clearly see Angus “buck dances” much like the fella from Vman’s Deliverance youtube deal… I just can’t figure out who stole moves from who. Angus, or blonde haired water head’s gas pumper. It’s really all about the same when it comes down to their moves though.

Shoot man, I’ve really wandered of into the deep end of the shit hole here… trying to address this, and this…especially at the same time. I should’ve know it was a lose lose deal for me.

I could go on about whether or not I’m on a “Highway to Hell”, or if I’m just “Thunderstruck” here, but… hell, we all gotta go one day.

I just realized something. Imagine that.

If you find yourself walkin’ ’round the house in your tighty whities cause it’s a hundred degrees in the shade and you’re fed up with payin’ the electric company’s extortion bill and would rather sweat it out rather than flippin’ on the AC… with your ball cap and boots still on.

You might be a RedNeck.

All you mother fuckers… Happy Father’s day. You wouldn’t be getting that from me if you hadn’t fucked somebody’s mother, ’cause then, you probably wouldn’t be a father. See what I mean? Some of you are still mother fuckers that just don’t know you’re fathers. Y’all get half credit. I do believe in givin’ credit where credit is due.

I had a much more flowery father’s day post, but, it’s Father’s day, so, I’m doin’ it my way today.